comes the morning

to a four poster bed

a face at the window came

behind the sheets, uncertainty grew

not seeing the intentions

not feeling the safety of adventure

now realising the stage was set

as the doors eased open

the sunlight ventured in

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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